In this place my blood is colder than the air outside
Just got the internet.
It's been a week and a day back in Los Angeles. I'm living with my closest brother, Andrew. Things are generally chill. Can't wait to work again.
Sleep is coming back slowly. I had a huge night's rest my first night back and had dream that was so clear and fresh in my memory that I wrote it down immediately and saved it to post here. That might sound really lame, but I've been able to remember maybe one dream every year since I was very little so I was really excited about it. The same thing happened at my elder brother Patrick's house last weekend so I'll write that one down as I remember it, too.
The first dream ver batim directly from the text document where I recorded it that groggy morning:
The dream I had last night was crazy like those dreams you don't get too often.
It started out rock climbing to some jungle ruins being held prisoner by attilla the hun's army, Until we get to the jungle cliff temple where a whole tribe of poison natives and their master acrobat king jump out and start a huge kung fu battle. I saw my opportunity as a prisoner and did some ruinous cliff-to-ruins acrobatics and kung fu'd like a hundred of attilla's guys as well as a lot of the tribe of poison natives. With my improvised help the tribe of poison natives managed to just beat attilla's army, and after dispatching the last handful of poison natives the King was shooting at me, it was a one-on-one acrobatics kung fu match. Even with breaking walls and jump-dodging into hidden rooms and brick-knocking to jump-dodging out over a cliff and JUST hanging on, this motherfucker had me at every turn, and kept shooting out poison natives at me but they were no match for me as I was no match for him. When I was finally taken prisoner I was made to tell the king why attilla the hun's army came to the cliff ruins which was for secret treasure in the ruins I think, and then I find out that this Poison Native King is actually just a Kung Fu master and Rock Climber who was looking for the treasure and befriended the natives. Since I was only a prisoner of attilla and the entire poison native tribe got its ass whooped, the king and I started rock climbing and kicking open hidden rooms in the cliff temple looking for secrets, and I think we met a black-haired girl rock climber who gets into a bunch of unsecured rock climbing trouble and the king and I try to rescue her but take major falls in the process until the girl and I are both like slipping down this vine to our certain deaths and after accepting our fates, as soon as the vines break we fall like 3 feet onto the floor of the temple grounds, we had already fallen so much it was fine. After all this and much deliberation and small secret-treasure-searching revelations like kicking open secret rooms we don't find any treasure and decide we should just leave. In the dream I didn't even think of the fact that I had just kicked the shit out of a fucking hidden cliff jungle temple, basically ruining it's archaeological value, but shit like that's not important when you're in a dream and you're all caught up in rock climbing kung fu.
The mid section of the dream comes in at the tropical beach town below the jungle cliff which is basically a party town but there aren't any parties then so it's chill. There's some tested loyalty shit going on since we don't have any money and there's another dude and another girl and we're all trying to get down with eachother but only the new guy and I have a chance with the girls but we only have eyes for the black haired rock climbing girl, who I think is now a brown haired rock climbing girl. Her hair changes (at one time during climbing she was a blonde). Anywas all the bullshit gets shook up when the kung fu rock climber I met in the jungle (who was pretending to be the king of poison natives) injures himself from a huge fall after trying to go out climbing/treasure hunting late at night because we have no money and he's probably hungry. He ends up having to sell his fake teeth (which originally made him look like a poison native with 3 inch gnarled front teeth) because one is gold and the other is like a glowing blue stone. It's kind of a bummer but I think we sold them and didn't get much money. At the end of the mid part the rock climbing girl gets lost somewhere on the island.
The transition to the third part is this beautiful image of this brown haired girl laying on a beach with this multicolored tide coming in and out over her ragged clothing until she wakes up. I think we found her and it's later and there's a big outdoor party with food and music and a bunch of new characters from the parts of the dream I don't remember well, I'm there and I see the lost girl out by the mixing table talking to some guy. I remember going up and seeing this dude who is like some badass mr. cool who wears a leather jacket and has like a crossbow but she's not even genuinely interested. I'm thinking how can I get this guy to scram so I get up on the mixing table and I swear I figured out the boards in my dream and I fucking bust it out not even knowing what I'm doing, even throwing down some hot freestyle rhymes. Somehow this makes the guy go away but not the girl even though I probably looked like a huge cock jumping on somebody's mixing setup but then I realize she's just noticed the other guy from the town who's going up like he missed her. I'm like distracted and the mixing gets horrible and the dude from the town just like, walks up to the microphone not even doing anything and then like this real cool guy from the town that we knew from the parts of the dream I don't remember comes up, and declares, "Yo I dig the music, like the mixing's alright I dunno but those rhymes were for real let me tell you" and the girl and everybody's looking at the guy from town taking credit for my rhymes and I'm like a pile of shit because he ruined my mixing and I was mixing shitty on somebody else's board, and the last part closes in a crushing second-banana finish. I woke up after that.
That was exactly how the dream went by the way. But it doesn't even come close to the other dream I had. I don't really remember specific play-by-play details about this dream but images of the general ideas are still vivid in my mind since I was determined to remember them.
There were three main parts, the first being the longest but also the one which I remember the least of. What I know is that it took place in what I imagined to be Little Italy in New York City. I lived there, and worked at a restaurant on top of a hill with a long zig-zagging road going down it. There was a beautiful collection of vintage and exotic cars parked in the parking lot, which presumably belonged to the owner of the restaurant.
One night after work walking down the hill I came across an organized street race taking place. It was causing a commotion.
...In the commotion somebody had left a Porsche in the middle of the road, at the bottom. Somehow I knew it belonged to the owner of the restaurant, who was watching from the top of the hill along with everyone else who worked at the restaurant and the customers. So I decided it would be foolish of me to try to drive the car but also probably very fun on that road so I decided to drive it. I opened the door but without a key I was not able to turn the ignition and I thought, wait I could really get in trouble for doing anything to this car, but that road and this car are incredible and I won't ever get a chance like this again and everyone's watching" so I reach under the dashboard, pull out two wires, cross the wires and the engine rumbles to life.
The single lap of the hill road was a sensory experience; I distinctly remember the feeling of the g-forces against my body as the vehicle went around the bends and accelerated up the hill. There was nothing to be heard but the engine shouting and the tires losing grip and the scene was, fittingly, dreamlike.
The next thing I remember was being on a kind of renegade fishing vessel at sea from New York, living with the crew, working on the boat for free passage to Europe. I remember little about the voyage, only a few strange details. I know I spent mealtimes fraternizing with the crew and all other times fraternizing with somebody else, who, during a conversation with the captain, upon looking over the cabin of the ship and seeing an object or a meal with some kind of canned food and a prominent label (which was of uncertain but great significance as it stirred a deep and powerful sense of foreboding upon seeing it), I discovered to be a ghost, and then later specifically remembered the ghost to be of myself from Little Italy, and that I was a different person going to Europe.
After that, the second part of my dream ended, and I found myself in the third part.
The third part was short, but rich and sensational; this I remember. I found myself in a state of great confusion wandering the gray streets of Bordeaux in France at what had to be early in the morning. I was dizzy and stumbling, hearing music echo around me, coming from a huge organized arrangement of lamps on stands that were creating music. I was desperately stumbling around adjusting the light bulbs trying to change the tracks that I heard, which were only weak hip hop tracks that I knew but didn't want to listen to. I became more and more frantic and stumbled away down one street where-- and this is specifically what I found --there was a car pulled up in front of me which I could tell through the windshield was being driven by a certain red haired girl. In the passenger seat was an indian kind of guy who looked gay. The girl wanted me to get in their car and play music and was gesturing for me to do so. She wanted me to get in the middle front seat from the passenger side and as I went over to the door, I thought briefly about how close I would be to the girl, and how close I would be to the guy as I passed by him. I didn't think I was going to be able to select any music for them because I had been having difficulties with music that day in Bordeaux.
And I woke up.
That morning I was roused awake by something. This was the first time I had ever experienced being roused awake from a dream just before something interesting happened in it. Anyways, those are two dreams I've had in California, and if you're somebody who dreams every night and remembers it, I don't like you or trust you and I hope that my two dreams are better than yours.
Yours truly,
Stephen R George, Jr
It's been a week and a day back in Los Angeles. I'm living with my closest brother, Andrew. Things are generally chill. Can't wait to work again.
Sleep is coming back slowly. I had a huge night's rest my first night back and had dream that was so clear and fresh in my memory that I wrote it down immediately and saved it to post here. That might sound really lame, but I've been able to remember maybe one dream every year since I was very little so I was really excited about it. The same thing happened at my elder brother Patrick's house last weekend so I'll write that one down as I remember it, too.
The first dream ver batim directly from the text document where I recorded it that groggy morning:
The dream I had last night was crazy like those dreams you don't get too often.
It started out rock climbing to some jungle ruins being held prisoner by attilla the hun's army, Until we get to the jungle cliff temple where a whole tribe of poison natives and their master acrobat king jump out and start a huge kung fu battle. I saw my opportunity as a prisoner and did some ruinous cliff-to-ruins acrobatics and kung fu'd like a hundred of attilla's guys as well as a lot of the tribe of poison natives. With my improvised help the tribe of poison natives managed to just beat attilla's army, and after dispatching the last handful of poison natives the King was shooting at me, it was a one-on-one acrobatics kung fu match. Even with breaking walls and jump-dodging into hidden rooms and brick-knocking to jump-dodging out over a cliff and JUST hanging on, this motherfucker had me at every turn, and kept shooting out poison natives at me but they were no match for me as I was no match for him. When I was finally taken prisoner I was made to tell the king why attilla the hun's army came to the cliff ruins which was for secret treasure in the ruins I think, and then I find out that this Poison Native King is actually just a Kung Fu master and Rock Climber who was looking for the treasure and befriended the natives. Since I was only a prisoner of attilla and the entire poison native tribe got its ass whooped, the king and I started rock climbing and kicking open hidden rooms in the cliff temple looking for secrets, and I think we met a black-haired girl rock climber who gets into a bunch of unsecured rock climbing trouble and the king and I try to rescue her but take major falls in the process until the girl and I are both like slipping down this vine to our certain deaths and after accepting our fates, as soon as the vines break we fall like 3 feet onto the floor of the temple grounds, we had already fallen so much it was fine. After all this and much deliberation and small secret-treasure-searching revelations like kicking open secret rooms we don't find any treasure and decide we should just leave. In the dream I didn't even think of the fact that I had just kicked the shit out of a fucking hidden cliff jungle temple, basically ruining it's archaeological value, but shit like that's not important when you're in a dream and you're all caught up in rock climbing kung fu.
The mid section of the dream comes in at the tropical beach town below the jungle cliff which is basically a party town but there aren't any parties then so it's chill. There's some tested loyalty shit going on since we don't have any money and there's another dude and another girl and we're all trying to get down with eachother but only the new guy and I have a chance with the girls but we only have eyes for the black haired rock climbing girl, who I think is now a brown haired rock climbing girl. Her hair changes (at one time during climbing she was a blonde). Anywas all the bullshit gets shook up when the kung fu rock climber I met in the jungle (who was pretending to be the king of poison natives) injures himself from a huge fall after trying to go out climbing/treasure hunting late at night because we have no money and he's probably hungry. He ends up having to sell his fake teeth (which originally made him look like a poison native with 3 inch gnarled front teeth) because one is gold and the other is like a glowing blue stone. It's kind of a bummer but I think we sold them and didn't get much money. At the end of the mid part the rock climbing girl gets lost somewhere on the island.
The transition to the third part is this beautiful image of this brown haired girl laying on a beach with this multicolored tide coming in and out over her ragged clothing until she wakes up. I think we found her and it's later and there's a big outdoor party with food and music and a bunch of new characters from the parts of the dream I don't remember well, I'm there and I see the lost girl out by the mixing table talking to some guy. I remember going up and seeing this dude who is like some badass mr. cool who wears a leather jacket and has like a crossbow but she's not even genuinely interested. I'm thinking how can I get this guy to scram so I get up on the mixing table and I swear I figured out the boards in my dream and I fucking bust it out not even knowing what I'm doing, even throwing down some hot freestyle rhymes. Somehow this makes the guy go away but not the girl even though I probably looked like a huge cock jumping on somebody's mixing setup but then I realize she's just noticed the other guy from the town who's going up like he missed her. I'm like distracted and the mixing gets horrible and the dude from the town just like, walks up to the microphone not even doing anything and then like this real cool guy from the town that we knew from the parts of the dream I don't remember comes up, and declares, "Yo I dig the music, like the mixing's alright I dunno but those rhymes were for real let me tell you" and the girl and everybody's looking at the guy from town taking credit for my rhymes and I'm like a pile of shit because he ruined my mixing and I was mixing shitty on somebody else's board, and the last part closes in a crushing second-banana finish. I woke up after that.
That was exactly how the dream went by the way. But it doesn't even come close to the other dream I had. I don't really remember specific play-by-play details about this dream but images of the general ideas are still vivid in my mind since I was determined to remember them.
There were three main parts, the first being the longest but also the one which I remember the least of. What I know is that it took place in what I imagined to be Little Italy in New York City. I lived there, and worked at a restaurant on top of a hill with a long zig-zagging road going down it. There was a beautiful collection of vintage and exotic cars parked in the parking lot, which presumably belonged to the owner of the restaurant.
One night after work walking down the hill I came across an organized street race taking place. It was causing a commotion.
...In the commotion somebody had left a Porsche in the middle of the road, at the bottom. Somehow I knew it belonged to the owner of the restaurant, who was watching from the top of the hill along with everyone else who worked at the restaurant and the customers. So I decided it would be foolish of me to try to drive the car but also probably very fun on that road so I decided to drive it. I opened the door but without a key I was not able to turn the ignition and I thought, wait I could really get in trouble for doing anything to this car, but that road and this car are incredible and I won't ever get a chance like this again and everyone's watching" so I reach under the dashboard, pull out two wires, cross the wires and the engine rumbles to life.
The single lap of the hill road was a sensory experience; I distinctly remember the feeling of the g-forces against my body as the vehicle went around the bends and accelerated up the hill. There was nothing to be heard but the engine shouting and the tires losing grip and the scene was, fittingly, dreamlike.
The next thing I remember was being on a kind of renegade fishing vessel at sea from New York, living with the crew, working on the boat for free passage to Europe. I remember little about the voyage, only a few strange details. I know I spent mealtimes fraternizing with the crew and all other times fraternizing with somebody else, who, during a conversation with the captain, upon looking over the cabin of the ship and seeing an object or a meal with some kind of canned food and a prominent label (which was of uncertain but great significance as it stirred a deep and powerful sense of foreboding upon seeing it), I discovered to be a ghost, and then later specifically remembered the ghost to be of myself from Little Italy, and that I was a different person going to Europe.
After that, the second part of my dream ended, and I found myself in the third part.
The third part was short, but rich and sensational; this I remember. I found myself in a state of great confusion wandering the gray streets of Bordeaux in France at what had to be early in the morning. I was dizzy and stumbling, hearing music echo around me, coming from a huge organized arrangement of lamps on stands that were creating music. I was desperately stumbling around adjusting the light bulbs trying to change the tracks that I heard, which were only weak hip hop tracks that I knew but didn't want to listen to. I became more and more frantic and stumbled away down one street where-- and this is specifically what I found --there was a car pulled up in front of me which I could tell through the windshield was being driven by a certain red haired girl. In the passenger seat was an indian kind of guy who looked gay. The girl wanted me to get in their car and play music and was gesturing for me to do so. She wanted me to get in the middle front seat from the passenger side and as I went over to the door, I thought briefly about how close I would be to the girl, and how close I would be to the guy as I passed by him. I didn't think I was going to be able to select any music for them because I had been having difficulties with music that day in Bordeaux.
And I woke up.
That morning I was roused awake by something. This was the first time I had ever experienced being roused awake from a dream just before something interesting happened in it. Anyways, those are two dreams I've had in California, and if you're somebody who dreams every night and remembers it, I don't like you or trust you and I hope that my two dreams are better than yours.
Yours truly,
Stephen R George, Jr